christopher bailey is such a talented fellow. he's made me consider selling a lung for a quilted leather trench, a kidney for last season's shearling flight jackets, and now i'd be willing to part with half of my liver for one of next spring's buttery soft biker number. but i'd probably die since my drinking habits isn't really conducive to the well being of said organ. it would be pretty bad ass to be buried wearing one of those studded bad boys though.
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